he was always one to go over the top, so the fact that itās his birthday? gives him more of a reason to go crazy. mael tells himself that heās going to the club for a maximum of two hours, so he can make it back on time to eat a birthday dinner with his sister and his father ( their usual tradition ), but before he knows it, itās drink after drink for him, and heās absolutely gone. so gone, he doesnāt realize itās been far longer than two hours. so gone, he doesnāt hear or feel the constant dinging and vibrating of his phone, unread messages and missed calls from his family piling up with each passing moment. he goes to the bathroom with a guy old enough to be his father ( this guy is, in fact, considerably older than his actual father ), and in one of the stalls, he starts taking lines that are offered to him by this man. mael assumes that what heās taking is coke, but after a minute or so, the room begins to feel like itās somewhat funneling on him, like heās in some type of dream. thatās when it hits him Ā ā Ā this is ketamine. still, heās sad enough on the inside that he leans down and takes another line, now actually stumbling out of the club, wearing nothing but a sleeveless crop top and jeans, despite the weather turning colder with the season, but the truth is? he doesnāt feel anything. he can barely even feel his feet inside his high top air force nike sneakers, let alone how considerably cold it is tonight. heās so out of it, he doesnāt even notice the guy who had given him the drugs and bought him drinks all night long followed him outside. āgod, itās cold for los angeles, donāt you think? arenāt you cold?ā mael can hear him speak, somewhat distorted and far away, but he doesnāt answer right away. instead, he turns towards him slowly, looking like he was there physically, but his mind was just gone. ānah. whereās your car?ā he finally asks, voice slurred as he runs a hand underneath his nose and inhales. āi called an uber. i wanna keep you warm in the meantime.ā and just like that, he feels his hand enter the front of his jeans, inside his briefs, but again, mael doesnāt say anything right away. ādo you have more of what you gave me at your house?ā he finds himself asking instead, not exactly caring about anything else right now. āyeah, anything for you. youāre so beautiful. you remind me of my ex boyfriend when i was twenty five⦠he was puerto rican too.ā the younger male makes no attempt to correct him at all. instead, mael rests his head against his shoulder as he feels his neck being attacked with open mouthed kisses, on the verge of passing out, but, heās determined to prolong⦠whatever this is, if it meant forgetting about everything for free, if it meant receiving attention from someone who was clearly infatuated with him, even if mael couldnāt be less interested.
it had been eating ronan alive, to say the least. and after his talk with camilo which was, in the most literal way, a cold bucket of water bringing reality. he decided it was about time he stopped acting like a 12-year-old when he was actually ( painfully ) 30. it had been maelās birthday, but after the brazilian had blocked and with no other way to contact him, ronan only relied on internet rumours and witnesses on twitter saying they saw him out in some club in los angeles. so, he did what he considered was the most logical thing... drive out at midnight to wait outside said club for mael... like some creep, he realises belatedly as he stood outside in the cold. ronan then has many thoughts running through his head as he did so, what would say, what he would upon seeing ronan and what would the man himself do with maelās reaction--but not to worry. he had the next 2 hours to consider them thoroughly as he stood outside. ronan had lost count of minutes, only focusing on the door, hoping to see mael either calmly walk out of it at some, or he also envisions the male laughing, throwing his head back with the beautiful smile ronan knows he has. the audacity he has to even think of it after all the things he did, mael really deserves better but... ronan is here to apologise for sure this time. knowing heād been wrong all the times he thought he was right, he was here for the last time, and if mael wanted to punch him or slap him or kick him he was more than welcomed to, ronan really deserved it. but what ronan doesnāt expect is to witness mael stumble his way out... with some old cunt that was triple his age, perhaps more. ronan furrowed his brows, slowly leaning away from his car and when mael turned to face him, ronan was ready to call out to him when he witnessed the guy bringing him. next thing he witnesses is the saggy looking guy slither his disgusting hands in between him and mael, ronan has tunnelled vision. heās heard in movies, read in books, that when people are so focused on something that made them angry, that they see red or they were blinded with anger. but no, heās so damn focused on the guy that is carrying himself away in taking advantage of maelās state by even placing his slobbered lips on his skin and the way he just keeps going so that ronan doesnāt miss his target, that ronan canāt think of even taking his eyes away. he yanked at maelās arm, flinging his body away from the--ronan wrinkles his nose at the bodly odour from the guy, itās beyond disgusting--guy and doesn;t even allow a word to leave the mangly old snake. ronan has never clenched his fist so hard, or even punched anyone as hard as he did the old guy. he felt something warm explode onto his cold hand, but he hadnāt care to look down at the blood before he kicks at the manās fallen body.Ā ā what the fuck is wrong with you ? taking advantage of someone when they canāt even be aware of that ? you should punch yourself for even thinking about it. ā hissed ronan, compensating the guy with the stomp to his crotch, not caring for the scream of pain.Ā ā thatās what you get for just touching him you old cunt, youāre lucky iām too worried about him to call the police on you or better yet kill you. ā he spat down at him.Ā ā scram, you fucking piece of shit. ā ronan found himself quickly turning to mael, grasping both of his arms firmly and trying to find some sort of actual connection to consciousness in his eyes to the point his expression somewhat falls from anger to worry,Ā ā mael, what in the world were you fucking thinking ? āĀ